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Apr. 18th, 2013 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickT/R/S horses today, so Fiddler and Punch.
Punch: snoozefest. Bridle on, bridle off. Bridle on, bridle off. Put Cass aboard, led around. Put self aboard, had Cass lead around. Snooze. Learned some about reins. Got on. Sat. Got off. Got on. Sat. Got off. Snooze. ZZZZ.
I know I said I would do more before swinging a leg over, but I lied about that.
Fiddler: We went for a walk. He walked in front of me some (and then went in reverse rather a lot -- it seems to help his brain engage) until he didn't anymore. He was worried about the big horses going on a real ride instead of paying attention to me and the cross rail (in-hand work, this was) he was supposed to be trotting over. I hurt him feelings by failing to attend to his neediness and insisting that he trot over the damn cross rail. We looked at the very scary wooden bridge. He stood on his hind legs (a little light on the front end, always has been) in an attempt to say "No, thank you" to the wooden bridge. He got more going-in-reverse and then we re-addressed the issue of the bridge. Like ten times. And each time I'd lead him back to the bridge and stand next to it and gesture like he's supposed to walk over it (which he KNOWS) and wait for him to go over the bridge or refuse. After the nth iteration, his ears flopped out to the sides and he looked all grumpy and then he flat walked over the damn bridge with each foot hitting it. And then he turned carefully on request and did it again in the other direction. So I told him he was a good boy! and we went home where I attacked him with the dog food bag streamer toy. He flinched twice, then put his head down (lop eared and disgruntled-looking) and *tolerated* it until I was done. Such a clever boy.
Punch: snoozefest. Bridle on, bridle off. Bridle on, bridle off. Put Cass aboard, led around. Put self aboard, had Cass lead around. Snooze. Learned some about reins. Got on. Sat. Got off. Got on. Sat. Got off. Snooze. ZZZZ.
I know I said I would do more before swinging a leg over, but I lied about that.
Fiddler: We went for a walk. He walked in front of me some (and then went in reverse rather a lot -- it seems to help his brain engage) until he didn't anymore. He was worried about the big horses going on a real ride instead of paying attention to me and the cross rail (in-hand work, this was) he was supposed to be trotting over. I hurt him feelings by failing to attend to his neediness and insisting that he trot over the damn cross rail. We looked at the very scary wooden bridge. He stood on his hind legs (a little light on the front end, always has been) in an attempt to say "No, thank you" to the wooden bridge. He got more going-in-reverse and then we re-addressed the issue of the bridge. Like ten times. And each time I'd lead him back to the bridge and stand next to it and gesture like he's supposed to walk over it (which he KNOWS) and wait for him to go over the bridge or refuse. After the nth iteration, his ears flopped out to the sides and he looked all grumpy and then he flat walked over the damn bridge with each foot hitting it. And then he turned carefully on request and did it again in the other direction. So I told him he was a good boy! and we went home where I attacked him with the dog food bag streamer toy. He flinched twice, then put his head down (lop eared and disgruntled-looking) and *tolerated* it until I was done. Such a clever boy.
